There is no change, no plan, no amputation,No nurse with power to heal,None to take us by the shoulderto look us in the eye and warnof danger there insidethis fascination to wring every ounce of lifefrom this slow death. There is no hope of change, no coming back.This death will come, must come.Is it notContinue reading “Lament for a Civilization”
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A Bouquet of Stars
I wrote recently about Going to Seed, how my body isn’t recovering the way I want it to. I think my current discomfort goes back to August in the blackberry patch. I love the blackberry patch. I love blackberries. But it is a one-handed job, reaching into the brambles with my right, while holding aContinue reading “A Bouquet of Stars”
Fallen Petals
A year and a half ago, after the death of a precious friend, I left the funeral with a bouquet. Such beauty, meant to comfort, and yet, bit by bit, just like with my friend, I had to let it go, as the petals fell. The ache of release is sometimes more than we canContinue reading “Fallen Petals”
Letting Go of Control
That’s a hard one. Letting go is hard enough. Letting go of control is even harder. Tomorrow night is a full moon night, Full Moon in Pisces, always a tender time for me. It has been such a difficult time for me historically, that I have a note in my Google Calendar to remind meContinue reading “Letting Go of Control”
Black Ash Baskets
“It’s not enough to simply find black ash; it has to be the right one – a tree ready to be a basket…. Trees are not taken, but requested. Respectfully, the cutter explains his purpose and the tree is asked permission for the harvest. Sometimes the answer is no…. If consent is granted, a prayerContinue reading “Black Ash Baskets”
Dream Bringer’s Studio 